The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1887-08-19

After pacing the floor moment or tw,.
strangers come In 70 talk on business.
and Warren goes out Goes To hi,
hotel In no very amiable frame of mind.
People sometimes ''over do" thing.
as Western folks say. In this case the
enemies of Helen Lakeman and Warren
Stuart. in their earnest zeal. had car
ried their point little too far. Halle
Arnold was triumphant at having
exposed that bold-faced hired girl to the
world. Never did game cock crow
over vanquished enemy more than she
did at the girls fall.
She longed to tell Warren herself.
But Halle had too much sense to write
to him. He should hear it all, but not
through her. She would find an en-
missary to do her work for her. After
taking several in her mind and drop
ping them, she finally fixed on Bill
Jones' wife, the keeper of the poor
house. Sallie Jones was acquainted
with Warren. could write "a tolerable
hand" and was the very person to
break the news. Instead of waiting
for Warren to return home, or hear the
story from some one else, she got Sal
Jones to write to him.
The next morning. after Warren's
last visit to the agent, he received 8
letter addressed in a strange scrawling
hand. 1t was mailed at Newton, and,
puzzled to know who it was from, he
hrNtn ~ ~aaI - n1N Lalf
through, and sank into chair grooming,
while the letter dropped at his feet. He
was alone in his room. After few
moment she again seized the letter and,
read it through. 1t was rs follows:
NEWTON, May -, is.
Mister Warren Stuart, reckin you will be
surprised TO git q lettur from me, but have not
furgot you thot 1 would rite an tell you tho
muse, yur folks is well. Halle Arnold is still the
bell. ours town fellers are "a most ded fur her
but we know she don't want 'em. that hired girl
OF yur mans turned out bad She got so bad
yur folks had TO drive her OF, an then she went
mite with a strange Teller TO Mistur Arnolds
an stole som money an juelry, now they hev got
her in jale, an the little boy are keepin' no
moar ut present. Hop you will be home sumo.
Gurd bi yur friend, SALLY JONES'"
Warren arose, crushing the badly
written, badly spelled epistle in his
hands. Illiterate as the letter was,
there was a depth of shrewdncss in il
which he knew did not belong to Sally
Jones. He paced the floor moment,
and then his resolution was formed.
Noble fcllow-the darts of SANDER found
no vulnerable point in his armor of
faith in the poor girls innocence. The
long silence, the fact that he received
no letters, this unnecessary journey,
convinced him that there was a deep
He seized his hat and
valise, paid his hotel bill, which left
him with fifty-five cents in his pocket.
He walked down the street to "a shop,
business carried on within there he
pawned his gold watch for twenty dol
lars, and hurried away to the depot.
He bought ticket to Stratton, which
was only forty miles from Newton.
AT Stratton he must change cars, but
he was assured that the connection was
close. Filled with anxiety, and har-
raised by doubts and Gears, Warren
all day and all the following |
night. He did not take sleeping |
coach, because his limited means would |
not allow this luxury. Occasionally he !
1ozed as the train Numbered along over
rolling prairies, forest glades and down |
Inc beautiful valleys. The moon was